Today’s word is “muliebrity” … womanly nature or qualities. (Dictionary.com)
Desperate
We are all confused.
Yesterday’s muliebrity washed away.
We do not recognize ourselves.
We could be anyone.
Our identity flows like rivers,
Bending around proclivities,
Like a current carrying debris,
Skirting rocks and branches.
Where are we going? Our journey
Is directed only by the banks
We ride between.
And these erode. Storms carry
Wild waters which merge downstream.
Drowning is a possibility.
Perhaps we need a handhold,
Something solid to strain toward.
We look desperately for this …
And pray for rescue.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2021
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